Why, mother?
she never envisioned this
Why, father?
Did she do something wrong?
you've never even met, though she feels as though she is
breaking still
daddy do you understand the damage you have done?
Your little is girl breaking, unsure if she should run
away from what awaits her, everyday at home
a broken house, a broken family
one that's not her own
one made for her, so she'd feel alright
about how you left her, cold and screaming in the night
she felt so alone
she felt so dead
do you even care?
Now you come around, saying "please, I beg of you, forgive me"
all an act, a flimsy façade of intimacy
marked with a terrain
traveled in secret
you don't seek forgiveness of your actions
you seek freedom
from the guilt you carry
but what about your little girl?
still breaking
hopeless.
suicidal
a tidal wave of anti depressants
unsure if it's all worth it
daddy?
do you remember her?
the warmth of her body the first time you held her?
she's cold now
and six feet under
